Warhammer, I'm a nanny, not your father!

Moreover, Archduke Charles had just urged him to surrender, but now he was captured. Is this a coincidence?

A hysterical roar erupted from beneath Sogo's golden visor. "Charles, you old scoundrel with gray hair and a beard, how dare you betray me!"

The nobles hurriedly advised him, "Your Majesty, the grassland people are chasing us again, please dismount and rest!"

Sogo was trembling with anger. He asked himself, "How could he betray Archduke Charles when he had treated him so well? How dare he betray me? Isn't he afraid that I will kill his entire family?"

"When I return to the Palatine Empire, I will definitely send troops to attack the Dukedom of Charles!"

Sogo's oath received no response, as the other nobles also had their own ulterior motives.

It is not difficult to conclude that they can't escape.

From the moment of their defeat, they were trapped in a jar and no amount of struggle would be of any use.

But Sogo refused to surrender, and the other nobles did not dare to rebel.

But now even Archduke Charles has surrendered, why shouldn’t they follow suit?

"Your Majesty! Archduke Charles has returned!"

Suddenly a knight shouted, and Sogo hurriedly leaned over to look out from the gap between the horses. A knight was returning with the flag of the Dukedom of Charles held high.

But looking at him, it doesn't look like he's back to join the team.

"Your Majesty!" The knight stopped fifty paces away and shouted to Sogo, "The Khan of Heaven asked me to bring you a message. If you can surrender to the Khan of Heaven, the Khan of Heaven will guarantee everyone's safety."

Sogo's eyes turned red as he roared angrily, "Kill him, this traitor is disrupting the morale of the army!"

Unfortunately, no one listened to him. Even the royal knights were concentrating on listening to his persuasion to surrender.

Although some knights raised their muskets, they deliberately missed the target.

The knight's voice exploded in the wind. "Don't resist any longer! This is your last chance! If you don't surrender, the Khan will order no one to be spared. Everyone must die. There's still time to surrender!"

Amid the clatter of the Messenger Knight's departing hooves, Sogo slowly looked around and said, "You want to surrender too?"

In the twilight, five thousand grassland cavalry surrounded the remaining armored knights like an iron barrel. The anxious neighing of horses and the clashing of armor intertwined into a suffocating feeling of oppression.

"Your Majesty." A noble bowed his head deeply. "Let us surrender. The Empire will redeem us."

"Clang!" Sogo drew his sword and clamped it around his neck. "Whoever dares to surrender again will be killed without mercy!"

"Your Majesty, surrender." Another noble lowered his head.

The other nobles also slowly gathered around. They were all nobles, and the higher their position, the more afraid they were of death. They hadn't yet enjoyed all the glory and wealth, so wouldn't it be a great loss if they died here?

The people of the grassland are definitely not joking. They have killed tens of thousands of people. Do they still need these few hundred people?

"What are you doing? Are you trying to rebel?" Sogo pointed his sword at them, his voice distorted by hysteria.

"Knight, where is my knight!"

Many knights turned a deaf ear to this, as they were not appointed by Thorgo.

The knights appointed by Sogo wanted to protect the emperor, but the noble knights stopped them outside. Although these knights put up a symbolic resistance, both sides had a tacit understanding.

The two nobles took advantage of the chaos and pinned Sogo from behind. They thought they would encounter fierce resistance, but they found that the seemingly crazy emperor only struggled symbolically a few times and then allowed them to hold him down.

"Traitor! What are you doing? Let me go! I'd rather die than surrender!"

Sogo was still roaring, but the nobles had already seen that he was weak inside.

I thought you were an emperor with backbone, but I didn't expect you to be such a coward. If you wanted to back down, you should have said so earlier. You made us run so far with you!

You have to surrender sooner or later anyway, so why not surrender right where you are?

"Tian Khan, we surrender!"

The nobles waved the ancient flag of the Hair Country, and the knights shouted in unison with all their might. They all dropped their weapons, and the war horses used as city walls were moved away, allowing the grassland cavalry to rush forward and capture them.

Under the stunned gazes of the nobles, Chagatai Khan rode forward and asked, "Are you the emperor of the Palatine Empire?"

Suo Ge recovered from his shock and gritted his teeth, "Tian Khan, don't be too proud too soon, I only suffered a temporary defeat!"

Chagatai Khan ignored him completely, his hawk-like eyes fixed on their faces. "The tribes of the steppe cannot support so many of you. What value are you?"

Immediately, a noble said, "Heavenly Khan, we can pay the ransom!"

"I don't need a ransom." Chagatai Khan didn't even raise his eyelids. Chogoris would be his sooner or later, and the money these people used to pay the ransom would also be his.

How could these people be so naive to use his money to redeem him?

The noble hunched over, his voice lowered to a whisper: "I wonder what the Khan wants?"

Chagatai Khan: "If you can persuade your vassal states to surrender, you will live. Otherwise, you will die."

The nobles were all shocked and turned to look at Duke Charles who was traveling with Chagatai Khan. Duke Charles lowered his head to avoid their sight. He was thinking about how to persuade his son to surrender, and whether to persuade him to surrender.

Chagatai Khan was not joking, but whether he was truly capable of conquering the Palatine Kingdom remains to be seen.

Even though the Palatine Empire lost 200,000 troops in one battle, they still had sufficient population, and the grassland people might have the best geographical location and time on the plains.

But the Palatine Empire had a large number of cities, and he did not believe that the cavalry had experience in sieges. At most, they would just plunder and then retreat to the grassland.

Duke Charles has not yet made up his mind, he needs to see the grassland people's performance.

Chagatai Khan suddenly turned his head, his eagle eyes like lightning, piercing Sogod, "What about you? Can you make the Palatine Empire surrender?"

Sogo sneered: "Even without me, the Paladin Empire has a new heir!"

Chagatai Khan nodded his chin slightly, "I will grant you your wish."

The buzzing sound of the scimitar being unsheathed had not yet faded when Sogo's head slammed into the mud with a spurting arc of blood.

"Snapped!"

The head rolled beside the blood-stained golden armor, and the final frozen expression was full of astonishment and absurdity - he was the emperor of the Palatine Empire, couldn't he just pull it?

"Tian Khan, we are willing to give it a try."

“We’re willing to give it a try too!”

The nobles were terrified and expressed their opinions one after another.

No matter whether it can be done or not, at least they have to agree to it first, otherwise they will die today.

Besides, even if they want to persuade them to surrender, there is a sequence. The border towns are not their territory anyway, so let's see the situation first!

Chapter 137: The Soulless Legion (5K)

Heller Pass.

Even though this small village has been reduced to ruins, it still holds special meaning to Mortarion.

It was here that he and Wop spent the most carefree time.

It was here that he took up the banner of leading the people in resistance.

It was here that the Barbarus began their rebellion against the Overlord's rule.

When they left a few years ago, 90 percent of the villagers followed them. Many of them died before dawn, but many more saw it come.

As for those who stayed behind, they had already become the flesh and blood puppets of the overlord.

Even if the Supreme Overlord has died long ago, the Secondary Overlord will not let this village go.

Today, the alien overlords of Barbarus have been completely eliminated, with only a few secondary overlords still fleeing on the top of the mountains.

The Death Guard warriors are launching their final mopping-up operation, and the demise of these stray dogs is only a matter of time.

"I'm going to build a city here!"

As Mortarion and Worp returned from the mountaintops and set foot on the charred earth of Heller's Pass, his voice pierced the silence of the ruins.

The Death Guard warriors immediately threw themselves into the reconstruction of Heller Pass with an almost fanatical attitude.

No matter what Mortarion's reasons were, he was still the leader who led them to overthrow the cruel rule of the Overlord. This was also the first time that Mortarion made a request to them, so no matter what request he made, the people of Barbarus would support him!

But the Death Guard has never been able to reach a consensus on the name of the city.

Scolval slammed his hand on the table and shouted in a rough voice, "Dawn City, symbolizing the dawn after Barbarus escaped the shadow of the Overlord. What's wrong with this name?"

Typhon sneered and retorted, "Why not just call it Sun City? Isn't the sun's light brighter than the dawn?"

Scolval sneered and didn't bother with Typhon.

"Kweil, what do you think?" Scolval turned his gaze to the woman next to Typhon.

Kvir pondered for a moment. "Why not call it Salvation City? It was Mortarion who saved the world. This is his city, and it should be named after him."

At this moment, Debbie in the corner timidly interjected, "Then why not just let Lord Mortarion name it?"

Before she even finished her words, the entire resistance army's gaze turned to the young girl who had dared to speak.

Debbie was so frightened by the sudden gaze that she shrank her neck and almost buried her face in her collar, but the Death Guards fell silent instead.

Makes sense!

Anyway, it was Mortarion who named it in the end, so what on earth are they making a fuss about?

Typhon: "Where is Mortarion?"

Scolval glanced at Typhon. Typhon was the only one in the entire Death Guard who dared to call Mortarion's name so unscrupulously.

Although they were friends, Scolval still disliked Typhon because he spoke foul language and had no respect for his leader.

Even if you have a life-and-death friendship, don't you understand the principle of hierarchy?

If Typhon really were to be made First Captain of the Death Guard, Scolval felt he would plot against Mortarion.

Debbie lowered her voice and said mysteriously, "The leader and the teacher have gone back to the mountain again."

Typhon felt a rush of hot blood to his forehead, his temples throbbing, and his teeth chattering. Damn it Mortarion, you won’t take me with you again?

……

Mortarion returned to the castle.

Since the Supreme Overlord died relatively early, this place has hardly changed from a few years ago, and even the corpses have not been cleaned up.

Fortunately, he did not close the door when he left. Although the poisonous fog was everywhere, the corpse had long since dried up and weathered, and there was no foul smell.

The first thing Mortarion did when he returned to the castle was to set his room on fire and burn the books inside.

Then, leave quietly.

He had no attachment to this place, even though this was where he and his father first met. But his father was going to be by his side, so what was the point of this castle?

Came back just to make sure the diary he had written before was still there.

He left in a hurry that year and forgot to burn the diary before leaving. Now he is just rekindling the fire.

They continued to climb, and on the rugged mountain road, Mortarion saw from afar several Death Guard warriors struggling to follow their footsteps.

He had anticipated that others would catch up with him, which was why he insisted on climbing higher.

The wind on the mountain top was howling, carrying deadly poisonous clouds.

It was a height that even the most tenacious Death Guard could hardly reach, and it was a domain that belonged only to him and Wop.

Seeing the black castle again, Mortarion stopped and stared, his cloak rustling in the wind.

After a moment, he walked towards the cliff, and sat on the edge with a dull sound as his butt hit the rocks.

He stared at the poisonous clouds in the sky, quietly waiting for his biological father to arrive.

As early as a few weeks ago, the people of Barbarus had witnessed strange lights in the sky many times. Some even witnessed a huge metal eagle-like aircraft breaking through the clouds on the skyline where poisonous fog was rolling.

In Barbarus, which was shrouded in thick poisonous clouds that blocked out the sky, such light and ancient aircraft were unusual. Even the overlords only had airships.

That must be the light of the space fleet, and only the Empire can come to Barbarus at this time.

The Emperor was already here, but for some reason he had not yet come to see him.

So Mortarion took the initiative to climb to the top of the mountain and extend an invitation to the Emperor.

Mortarion believed the Emperor was watching, and here he was.

Under the sky filled with swirling poisonous fog, a golden spaceship descended like a divine punishment.

Its arrow-shaped bow tore through the clouds, and the open hatch at the bow was the only way to board the spacecraft, while a strange light like a flickering heat wave enveloped the entire spacecraft.

At the ramp of the hatch, Mortarion saw a golden giant, who was also looking down at them.

"Father." Mortarion suddenly spoke.